Treasure Island

michael warburton


Come Summer


Come Summer life will not be like this
Dreams become real like a wood nymph's kiss
The smell of new cut hay heralds the end of May
Come Summer

Come Summer life will not be like this
Roses burn, lover's yearn
The swallow swoops, the butterfly loops
Come Summer

Come Summer life will not be like this
Morning tears glisten on the cool, cool grass
To be vanquished by the fiery sun's pass
Come Summer

Come Summer old hearts warm anew, young ones flourish too
The chill of Winter forgotten now
Sleeping dreamily under a leafy bough
Come Summer.


michael warburton 1974

Submitted: Thursday, March 08, 2012

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